A Nightmare Of An Unborn Soul Poem by Vizo Meyase

I had a dream of a life;
Last night of a woman
Who cradles me in her soft hand
Her smile the very first kind I'd seen,
Her caresses and joy that I see in her eyes
Yet, the only language I could speak
Was but cry
I would've called her mother?
Yet they speak me of other tongue:
So was I?
For all I could speak was but cry
And she tries to ease me with a lullaby;
Yet all I can express my joy was but cry,
She realized my crying as pain
And all she hear was but more cries,
Her patience of all against odd for me:
O! how tender is your love mother?
And so sweet is your presence;
How I wish to call you mother,
Saying I love you.
But all I could say to you was but cry,
I'd wish to see the outside world
And be a part of your family that you share,
And make you a proud mother someday
Yet all I could share now is but cry
Sometimes, yet I am but just a soul now;
A flesh living within you:
Who dreams of dream waking to find out
That I am but just an unborn soul;
With a nightmare of being aborted,
O! Mother, how I wish yet again
If only the dreams I saw was real?
All I could do was but cry
I am but just a lost soul now.

01-09-2013